imself entirely to the work connected
with the administration of the John F. Slater Fund. Dr. Candler is a
strong, liberal and earnest man, who will wield a great power
wherever he labors.

The President of the University preached the baccalaureate sermon
from the words, "My kingdom is not of this world." The anniversary of
the Literary Societies was held Friday night, June 8th, and the
Senior Preparatory class had its exhibition on Thursday night, the
7th, at which time eleven were admitted to College, having passed
satisfactory examinations. Necessarily the growth of numbers in the
higher departments of education must be slow in the case of
institutions founded for a race so recently emancipated and laboring
under great poverty and unusual disadvantages. This, however, should
serve to strengthen purpose and intensify effort, for it shows the
vital necessity of well-trained leaders from among the people
themselves. Professional training without previous course of liberal
education cannot provide the men that are required for this day and
generation among the colored people of the United States or for
missionaries on the Dark Continent.

* * * * *

*AN HOUR AT STRAIGHT UNIVERSITY.*

BY MRS. A.B. SHATTUCK.

Two Congregational pilgrims found themselves on the first day of
March in New Orleans, prepared to do all the sight-seeing which the
daylight of forty-eight consecutive hours permitted.

On our way in the horse-cars to one of the beautiful cemeteries, we
approached a group of large buildings on the left, and some one said,
"That is the university of the colored people," and then we saw
"Straight University" in bold letters upon the front of the central
building. Now "Straight" was down upon our list of "points," but we
had not looked up its location and supposed it farther from the
center, so we were glad to stop on our return and save an extra trip.
Three plain substantial structures occupy a handsome corner lot,
leaving space for the additions already so much needed. The location
is very fine, so near the heart of the city, upon that broad,
beautiful avenue, whose name is suggestive of anything but breadth
and beauty to New York or Chicago people--Canal street. Windows and
doors were open, and, seeking entrance at the nearest, we found
ourselves in the dining-hall, and were ushered across the yard to the
central building and up a flight of stairs, at the head of which, in
a